Mark Carver - Daughter turn on

Something strange about her, though, in her gleaming eyes, Don thought. There was something smoldering and animal about her, a kind of seething violence he couldn't figure out. She definitely wasn't the kind his mother usually chose for a friend, nothing solid or matronly about that hot-eyed young bitch.

Only for a brief instant did a depraved thought occur to Don but he dismissed it at once. Shit, the odds against his mother being a switch-hitter in secret were about the same as being struck by lightning on a clear sunny day. Crazy idea.

Just because he took his little sister's hot cherry didn't mean everyone in the family was madly horny!

"Let's take a shower together," whispered Cindy, sitting up and hefting his heavy cock in her fingers.

"You're on, Sis," he grinned, and Don followed her down the hallway to the bathroom, playing with her gorgeous naked ass on the way, his cock almost completely hard again by the time she turned on the warm spray. Someday Cindy would look like their mother, a statuesque, sensuously curved knockout, but still lady-like and respectable, the perfect wife and mother for some lucky guy.

It was a touching, sentimental thought, but Don's mother hadn't gone through what her daughter was going to go through in the next shattering few days.

Sweet-faced, wholesome and radiant young Cindy was destined to be something quite different than her mother, although her mother had more than her share of obscene secrets.

Cindy would quickly become the hottest, wildest, most lascivious swinger and switch-hitter ever to come out of the small town of Pacific Gardens.

Thanks to her brother, her mother, her father and the hot-lipped nympho, Sally Owens, who was only doing what Cindy's father told her to do.

Turning both young girls on like crazed animals in heat.

The thing that made Sally Owens profoundly different from other girls her age – and older, for that matter – was not just her insatiable passion for sex. She loved all kinds of sex, oral, regular, anal, and whatever else might get her and her lucky partner's rocks off in any way.

There were, of course, other teenage girls who adored sex, although they didn't dream about it night and day, the way the cute blonde did. Nor did they even begin to have Sally's diabolical imagination and dazzling repertoire of tricks when it came to the subject, particularly oral sex.

What made Sally different was not even sexual in nature. It was a character trait, found in highly ambitious and efficient people, carried to its peak in business tycoons and super-achievers.

It was nothing more than a simple obsession with getting things done. Analyzed and defined it could be called "action-power". When Sally made up her mind to do something, she didn't look for various ways to do it. She didn't sit down with a pencil and pad and list all the possibilities and solutions open to her, the various courses of action available. She had absolutely no patience for thinking, or analyzing, or questioning.

She just did whatever she had to do to get the job done. Fast. Simple. And highly, devastatingly, effective.

Getting a job as an usherette at the Del Mar Theater, for example. All she had to do was go in, leave an application and sit around for a few weeks or months until an opening occurred and Mr. Jenkins would probably hire her.

But it was much faster, much easier and far simpler to just trade her hot mouth and tight, juicy little pussy for the job she wanted.

And it was obvious to Sally by the time she'd finished sucking and fucking the theater owner that he was feverishly hooked on her cute ass. And although Sally was not an intellectual giant, she knew at once that it was his own daughter Jenkins really wanted, and when he'd admitted it and asked Sally to turn Cindy on so all three of them could swing, Sally's first reaction was to cheerfully agree, even though she'd never made it with another girl.

But the idea of having sex with Cindy Jenkins, virginal, beautiful, on the verge of blossoming into a gorgeously stacked grownup, sparked a hot, deep curiosity in the horny young blonde.

And the more she thought about it that night after leaving Jenkins at the theater, the more Sally got aroused at the idea. Even though she'd never had sex with another girl, Sally didn't need any books, pictures, diagrams or charts. She knew with absolute certainty what turned her on, and since Cindy had a pussy too, all she had to do was set it on fire.

And the more Sally thought about it, and recalled Cindy's sleek, sensuous young body, the more turned on she got. Most people who faced a problem did so with a certain amount of nervousness and fear. What made Sally different was her way of looking at such problems, not as difficulties, but as challenges.

If Mr. Jenkins wanted his hotly curved young daughter turned on to sex with her, then Sally would bring every talent she possessed to the task, meaning all her experience at sex. True, she'd never finger-fucked a girl besides herself, and had never gone down on a hot young pussy, and had never sucked on or teased a pair of sweet young tits, but the same fiery lust that drove her to become the wildest, hottest piece of ass in the small, peaceful town of Pacific Gardens at a very tender age now drove her to new heights of achievement.

She wouldn't just turn on Cindy Jenkins, she'd eat her sweet little pussy until the girl lost her mind. She wouldn't just masturbate Cindy, she'd finger-fuck her until her honey gushed out in a mad loving fountain of cunt-juice. She wouldn't just tease the sexy teenager, she'd arouse her until Cindy was hotter than a smoking pistol, ready to come at the twitch of a nipple.

It was this amazing facility for getting to the heart of a problem at once that distinguished the so called town tramp from the mass of doubting, struggling humanity. Not a soul in town suspected that wild-eyed, ripe-assed little Sally. Owens, scorned by so many middle-class minds, would someday be rich, notoriously successful and one of the most sought-after women of her time.

All because she'd gotten a job as an usherette in a small movie-house in a little hick-town on the California coast. And because she had a way of getting things done.

The day after her interview with Mr. Jenkins, Sally immediately got down to the business of seducing Cindy Jenkins, although Sally's direct sexual assault was more in the nature of true rape than gentle seduction.

She called Cindy up that morning, reminding her who she was. Yes, Cindy remembered Sally from school. Sally told her she had something to tell her, something really important. Could Cindy come over to her house that afternoon, at around three o'clock?

At first Cindy tried to get Sally to give her the information over the phone, but Sally was relentless and firm. It had to be done in person, and it had to be done that afternoon.

As usual, Sally got her way.

She chose that particular time because her mother, a cocktail waitress now in bed with her current shack-up, one of the bartenders where she worked, would be out of the house by then, leaving it deserted for Sally.

Sally's mother was strictly an animal: she drank like a fish, fucked like a mink, ate like a pig and had the disposition of a cobra. Sally got along with her usually drunk mother by simply staying out of her way, either locking herself in her bedroom while her mother was home, or going out and not returning until the house was empty. Simple solutions were best, Sally had long ago found out.

Her mother was gone by two, which gave Sally time to take a quick bath and perfume her pussy and her tawny, ripening tits. While she intended to do her share of sucking and teasing on Cindy Jenkins' fabulous body, she was going to make damn certain Cindy was going to return the lusty favor.